| Sludge Everyone has gone, moved on, and I am still the same person I always have been. I am still the same, while everybody grows apart. And all I can do to not be so angry at everything and everyone is open up my window and listen to the crickets. I get so angry knowing that The Past got married, though he said he never would, that Constance went away, that Love is long gone, that Comfort couldn't wait to get out. I open my window, but the truth is no one and nothing helps. I am still here what for why can't I up and leave? |